Dark clouds covered the sunny skies. Every bit of colour had faded from the surroundings. Trees were shedding their leaves. It was like even nature was mourning what was to come.
In a secluded, abandoned corner of an empty street, two people met for the first time as strangers. Strangers-That is what meher and abeer would be from that moment on.
Their hearts cried to them to not let this happen.
Their eyes beseeched each other to stop it.
Their souls begged them not to part from one another.
But they were too blinded by hate, pain and ego to hear even their own hearts pleas.
Her shivering hand gave abeer the papers which would end her life as meher abeer malhotra and take her back to being meher purohit.
His numb fingers got extended on their own accord to take the papers which would kill the abeer he was forever.
The skies started pouring rain as if trying to wash it all away. Meher's eyes were only on abeer she was worried for him, of what this might do to him.
She stepped a little closer to him and opened the umbrella she was holding to shield him from the rain.
He walked away from her, realising anything was better than standing here with a stranger who wasn't his meher anymore.
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Resonating thunder could be heard throughout the house. A huge storm was approaching.
He stormed into her room, frantic and delusional.
She rushed behind him, scared and terrified.
Abeer smashed one thing after the other in her room, breaking open anything that could hide the one thing he was looking for, smashing anything that came in his way.
She tried to stop him.
He didn't want to be stopped.
All her clothes lay in a mess on the floor.Her drawers fell separated from their tables. The bed covers were ripped away.
His hand reached for the paintings.
Her hand reached for his, trying to stop him.
The paintings were smashed to the ground. Exposing what he was searching for.
She was too weak for him.
He was too strong for her.
The locker held the one thing that could destroy, the very foundation they had built their life of 8 years on.
Her truth.
His delusions.
Everything came out into the open as the locker door flung open and abeer held the cheque in his hand.
2.5 crore in the favour of meher purohit from kuber malhotra.
His 8 years of hatred washed away as he realised she had never committed the crime he blamed her for.
Her 8 years of strength crumbled to dust as she saw guilt, pain and love replace hatred in his eyes.
The rain stopped. The storm subsided. Everyone waited with baited breath to see the climax of the story that had come to an abrupt halt 8 years ago.
She stepped closer to him trying to bring him back from the dark place he was in.
He walked away from her realising she was his meher all along, but he wasn't worthy of being her abeer anymore.
Anupamaa
Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon
